Best Plexus Poems
You are far away now
Off in fields of gold
Dappled with evenings hot velvety light
90 degrees of separation has dulled the sword
eased the pain
The grasshoppers chirp in unison to your labors but they no longer ache in your solar plexus
Nor mine
What sweet sorrow is loss and gain
I now walk down the very paths I have always so longed for
the dark rich peat paths of happiness
contentment oozes from these fingertips as I write and I wonder if happiness is poetry
Or does it preclude it all together
The night sky fills with stars
The stars fill with fire flies that burst out of them like infinitesimal lightning bolts
jettisoned to my soul
he and I chase storms on decks swirled in smoke
We banter and bay at one another
you are in a field of gold somewhere
or beside
a river bed
The smell of the wet earth of shore beneath you reaches me… but momentarily
dismissed as the ash of the bonfire of a week ago fire or the grill of last night’s
unbelievably tasty ribs he concocted from air for me and me alone
but then we shared with so many
dinners
Lingers on my lip tips…the bottom edge
I kiss him and mean it with all I am
A being
a re-being
Super beings are we
all
and our colors wash
upon the canvas of my life
melding into one great magnificent us
Spectacular are we
the creatures who so love life
we give our only begotten selves to each other
and never ever forsake
us
Categories:
plexus, fire, food, grave,
Form:
Free verse
The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony for the subversion of fertile inferiority,
Which, like rabbits, duplicates and hops about in trouncing contentment.
Yet despite the grin stretched beneath empty eyes,
Which are eclipsed by dilation of cimmerian shades poured from tipped inkwells,
Darkness ripened by age has inflated its penumbral grasp upon the solar plexus.
Hearts beat now to the false circadian rhythm of telemetry.
Screens fueled by waves polluting the air scramble for attention;
Screaming as if the spotlight has slithered away from their thespian heads.
But even so we watch as if waiting for a nothingness we know.
Petulant performances pretending to perfect the perception of reality persevere,
Despite their lack of empirical validity.
Our bodies and the space around they occupy have become irrelevant.
Experience and physical stimulation have been replaced by mirror neurons,
Firing incessantly at the sight of electromagnetic facsimiles,
Which are vomited in projected disproportion into our unwitting faces,
From nauseating mouths of those whose disease has spread to lower echelons.
And so we sit and stare upon the square on walls and in our hands,
As the prefrontal cortex and its dehydrated lobes succumb to the reptilians.
Another era of lack of mind borne from the fruitlessness of parasitic seeds,
Planted by the pretenders who swim in the wealth of our applause.
Clap away, we will, until we collapse in the arthritic solidification of redundant repetition.
Welcome to the show; a televised apocalypse of thought.
Where worlds were once created in cognition,
They're now created in the lenses of cameras.
When worlds were once refracted light coruscating from the eye,
They're now flickered in slides reflected from the television.
Categories:
plexus, addiction, social, society,
Form:
Free verse
Solar Plexus ( Sun of The Soul )
Tiphereth
Centre she holds the light
Connection to description
Concentration of all the names
Of beauty
Filtered from out pouring skies
Entrusted to perception
Before these provoking eyes
Solar Plexus
Third state consciousness
Her Aeon vibration
Calling
Proposition to ignite
The sleeping Chakra heart
Sol sustaining
The augury of hope
She proliferates
Never and forever
Changing
The coloured combination's
Of living
Goddess of all she is
And without
No acuity to perceive
The idylls
Of these convoluted explanations
Of existence
Of awareness
Face of creation
She is
All life’s attractions
To her radiance and adamantine warmth
Exists
Beacon she is
Living cell of solar system
Embodies Galactic entity
And what unknown umbilical
Resounds to this magnitude
Of the ever eternal point
Centered
Touches this Galaxy of stars
Space Universal
Extends
Extends a phantom finger
Through the vast and the void veils
Extends a phantom finger
And somehow
Writes
And reads
These
Words
Inspired by Christie Moses “ Soul of The Sun “
Categories:
plexus, inspirational, life, mystery, naturesun,
Form:
Free verse
Crowning Glory
Mr Rose,welcome to this antique plexus,
It will for sure tickle your neuro plexus,
This exclusive table of veneer has a historical nexus,
Sandalwood modified in the grand factory of Texas.
Some pieces here do have a background mystical,
But this unique model with motifs has a glaze magical,
Multipurpose architecture,no doubt,it is usefully structural,
Crafted with engraved pattern as crown for beauty additional.
Two moderate sized shelves on both sides,
Have scope for things to store in wide,
Centered drawer for documents at handy inside,
With a plain table top to use with pride.
Well spaced top to write,eat and sit,
Water proof century exotica for so many things to fit,
I bet a deal no loss,all profit and benefit,
Just for more than 400 dollars to start to bid.
Moghul Emperor Akbar had it in his court,
Mirza ghalib renowned poet on it wrote,
Queen Elizabeth ,its flourescent key chains did note,
Monsieur,any other dealer many times than this will quote.
Contest:The Auctioneerist.(Auction contest)
Image 1
Sponsor:Mystic Rose.
11.03.2016
Categories:
plexus, appreciation, beautiful, business, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Delete blockages
See the red light a shining,
Red light shining, yes on you,
See it fill your mind an body
For a minute, chakra grew,
See the orange light a shining ,
Take it in, breathe in, yes do,
See it grow, don’t start a whining,
This will help, a healthy you,
See the yellow light a shining,
Solar plexus connected too,
See it grow and breathe the color,
Closed chakras, means sickness due,
Green of heart light, is a shining,
Like the one out on the kerb,
See it fill your heart exciting ,
Strength of healing is the word,
Light blue colour of the sky,
Eyes that see the colour, blue,
Let it fill you till you sigh,
Till aunt Maud can talk to you, (through the veil)
Purple of the psychic pictures,
Third eye opens just for you,
Predictions warnings, don’t restrict you,
If this is what you are wanting too,
White of light the astral channel,
Out of body drifting you,
Daydreams can be surprising,
When you’re somewhere else,
True blue…
If you want to be balanced and healthier?
Works for me….Don Johnson
Categories:
plexus, adventure, heart, light, body,
Form:
Ballad
Charley has taken his class hostage; he is seven.
His classmates are terrified of his out-of-control behaviors.
There is a perpetual glare on his face, he seems angry always.
He snarls and growls, sneers, and prowls around as they try
to do their work. His work is on the floor where he has thrown it.
or it is in the garbage can where he has crumpled or ripped it.
He punched an adult guest in the solar plexus last week in front
of his classmates, shocking them. The adult forgave him, saying it was
no big deal, but some of his peers are more afraid of him now.
In an effort to encourage him to be good, Charley is able to win
prizes for his good behaviors. He has won sixteen prizes
this week for following rules other children have always followed –
a prize for staying in class for ten minutes, a prize for not hitting anyone
for fifteen minutes, a prize for not destroying property for an hour.
We are incredulous that the Prize-Awarders can keep up with Charley’s prizes.
Charley is proud of his multitude of prizes, he flaunts them daily, in front
of the classmates he terrorizes minute by minute. He gets a prize if he does
not hit someone for an hour, and another prize for not breaking a windshield.
Other children in first grade who used to behave beautifully are now breaking
windshields, and punching adults.
No one can figure out why.
Categories:
plexus, anti bullying, bullying, humor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
“You are not earth, water, fire or air
Nor are you empty space
Liberation is to know yourself
as Awareness alone
the Witness of these”
As the kundalini ascends
From root to sacral to plexus to heart
Either straight up or through bends
Even as breath flows in and does depart
There are stirrings within from a source enigmatic
We see no difference between form & formlessness
And whilst within form we are enlivened & ecstatic
We feel within our heart the Absolute awareness
We know too at this stage of energy centres above
Which may endow us with enhanced enableability
Yet having awakened at the heart we know only love
Our awareness as love is our being in certainty
Knowing love alone our awareness thus free flowing
Observing & witnessing happenings upon earth
We are as we are in sync with love so blossoming
With blissful joy and an equal eye in bubbling mirth
Epilogue:
What’s love got to do with witnessing & liberation one may ask
Well says the witness when we truly know ourself and so align
The knowing is in the warmth of divine love within which we bask
Both receiving & transmitting exalted pulsations of the Divine
(19-August-2019)
~~~~~~~~~~~
Verse revisited on 22-October-2021
Here we are
We no longer spar
With matters of loss or gain
Equal, as of now, be it sun or rain
True it is, kundalini has risen
Yet did we truly wisen
Sushumna ignited
Heart delighted
Seat of our soul
That makes us whole
Beckons us from the heart
Where bliss ignition renewal starts
We sail through earthy illusions
Tranquil , free from confusion
Revelations intermittent
Yet heart is content
Both light and sound
Within and around resound
Reverberating like soundless thunder
As we imbibe bliss elixir in rapturous wonder
Teleported in a continuum of bliss delight
Renewing within through day and night
What to say, touched by God’s hand
Open secret we alone understand
Categories:
plexus, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
“Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable.” Quote by Aristotle
The aurora borealis glowed above us,
Beckoning us to the stars,
where meteoroids and asteroids challenge,
microgravity becomes our new reality.
stardust speckles our skin,
creating an ethereal glow.
I’m lost in your soul's windows,
diving into your solar plexus,
drowning in the Milky Way's whirlpool.
Our bodies sweat, cosmic confetti bursts,
celestial hallucinations haunt my mind,
my engine is ready to combust,
asteroid ashes and space dust swirl.
As our lifetime dissipates,
I stitch my lifelines to your skin,
in shimmering ink,
we await the encore of rebirth,
new bodies formed from cracked constellations,
descending from heaven's opalescent gate.
Categories:
plexus, imagery, love, romantic, romantic
Form:
Imagism
animal kingdom
a solar plexus child
joy-- yellow chakra
Categories:
plexus, introspection
Form:
Senryu
Tiphereth
Centre, She, who holds the light
Connection abundant placed to description
Concentration, He, in all the names
Of beauty
Filtered from the through put out pouring skies
Entrusted to perception
Before these provoking eyes
Solar Plexus
Third state consciousness and invocation
Her Aeon vibration
Calling
These propositions to ignite
The sleeping mirror within the Chakra heart
Sol sustaining
The augury of hope ever renewed
She proliferates
Never and forever
Changing
The coloured combination's
Of living
Goddess and God of all she is
And without
There is no acuity to perceive
No idylls, idea’s, no breaths to breathe
No thoughts of these convoluted explanations
Of existence
No human birthed to conscious awareness
Face of creation
She is
All life’s attractions
He makes
To their radiance and adamantine warmth
All know Earthly existence, flocks
Beacon He is
Light She is
The living cell of solar system
Embodies this the Galactic entity
And what unknown umbilical chord
Resounds to this magnitude
Of the ever eternal point
Centred
Touches this finite moment of stars
As spatial Universal
Extends
Extends their phantom finger She and He
And bright upon the next octave
Of spiritual reality
Through the vast and the void veils
Extends their phantom finger
And somehow
Through all the atoms and molecules
Through the dancing language
Wrote in within these plains of light
Writes
And reads
These
Words
Categories:
plexus, devotion
Form:
Free verse
I exist, where your heart fails to resist the lips of love
on the earlobe of your aching beauty and the nipples of your curving needs,
I exist in the circuit of blue veins that circle your flowering soul,
the star that stirs violet sparks in the center of your solar plexus,
I exist in the color of your lust
when your eyes espy the kiss between truth and desire,
I exist when temptation teaches your tears
that your sweetest strength is surviving within the arms of my firm affection,
I exist when the angel in you rises with the ecstacy of phenomenal exertion,
I am alive in the heartbeat of your happiness -
J.A.B.
Categories:
plexus, love,
Form:
Romanticism
From my tail bone’s tip to the top of my head,
Rainbow hued wheels are spinning,
Emitting bright colors, letting energy in.
Converting it; returning to the aura to be used again.
The Root Chakra is red, at the base of the spine.
It controls my passion and I think it's sublime.
The Sacral Chakra is orange, two inches below the naval.
It controls emotions, and procreation while I'm able.
The Solar Plexus Chakra is yellow, just under the ribcage.
It controls feelings and the intellect, in which I engage.
The Heart Chakra is green, in the center of the chest.
It controls healing and love and is the one I like best.
The Throat Chakra is blue, at the throat’s hollow.
It controls devotion and relating, I try to follow.
The Brow Chakra is indigo, at forehead, and is the third eye.
It controls spiritual insight, and the psychic world I must try.
The Crown Chakra is violet and white, at the top of the head.
It controls spiritual enlightenment, I may not know till I'm dead.
All of these Chakra colors make a person complete.
They’ll help you recognize your soul mate when you meet.
Your Chakras will spin until the day that you die.
Making your aura hues glow, on this you may rely.
*Note: I have been an Aura Photographer since I trained and bought my aura camera
in 1997. It is a very accurate way to measure the body's physical, mental, emotional
and spiritual well being. I use it in conjunction with my reiki (touch healing).
Chakra Etymology: Sanskrit cakra, literally, means wheel — more at wheel
Date: 1888
: any of several points of physical or spiritual energy in the human body according to
yoga philosophy
Categories:
plexus, health, lifemay, spiritual,
Form:
Sara Halley hailed from Texas
And fell out over a nexus
But she fell through
Her tummy grew
Inferior solar plexus
Copyright© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
02 December 2014
Categories:
plexus, fun, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
The doctor of reputation agreed to consultation and a physical exam.
He began by saying while I was weighing, “I see you like your ham!”
He checked my reflexes and my solar plexus, everything from bottom to top.
While pulling my ears, and all my running gears, I thought he’d never stop.
He probed for hemorrhoids and body fluid voids as I was busy looking south.
While attending these essentials, I questioned his credentials, when next he checked my mouth!
Looking for a flaw, he said, “Say Ah!” while my mouth was agape.
With his big thumbs, he gouged at my gums. I had no escape.
A fearful moment caught us when my epiglottis gave a waving flip.
When he stopped to linger, I bit down on his finger till he lost his grip.
Regaining his composure, he felt it time for closure as my mouth snapped shut.
Then he explained, telling me straight and plain, while gazing at my gut,
“Son, your longevity is threatened by obesity—we’d better have a chat.”
I said with chagrin, “It’s a good thing I came in. I thought I was just too fat.”
Categories:
plexus, anxiety, body, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Unquotable quotes (More Cricketing Jargon) – IV
A « wide » is a ball aimed by the bowler at some absent-
minded fielder.
The « silly-point » is the fielding position so close to the
batsman that the captain forces his rival to occupy at
the risk of receiving balls on the head, solar plexus
and balls hit at over 300 m.p.h.
An « inswinger » is a bowled ball which changes course
in mid-air and gets round the batsman to nick the
bails.
An « outswinger » is a bowled ball which the batsman
thought he connected for a six but which merely
nicked his bat to reach the safe first-slip’s hands.
A « run-out » is given when batsmen running between
wickets wish to get back to the pavillion in a hurry.
To get « one’s eyes in » is to see cricket balls the size of
foot-balls.
A « partnership » in batting occurs when one batsman
does all the stroke-playing while the other hurls abuse
and advise on him.
The « night-watchmen » are batsmen sent in with
blankets to keep the pitch warm at the end of the day.
The « opening batsmen » always take their own sweet
time between the pavillion until their crease rituals.
The « one down » is the batsman who makes the ground
look like an empty billiard table.
The « top scorer » is not the cousin of the official scorer.
« Clean bowled » happens when the batsman is looking
at a blonde in the pavillion.
« Hit wicket » usually occurs when tall batsmen choose
long-handle bats for their centuries.
« Leather-hunt » takes place when one ball takes to
visiting all corners of the field in quick succession.
A century or two could very well take just half-a-day
these days.
The « hat-trick » always occurs when the umpire is
dozing after lunch.
« Good shot » means no one has dared put a hand out to
stop the ball.
« Medium-paced bowlers » are fast bowlers who have
been hit once too often out of the ground.
The « leg pull » always catches the leg and mid-field
talking to one another.
The last batsman always takes a wild swing at the first
ball in the hope that it would land on the captain’s
head.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
plexus, hilarious, humor, humorous, passion,
Form:
Epigram